Traveling through the world of beasts: Lingquan space has some fields

The sun was blazing, and Qiao Xin, who had nothing to do in the afternoon, took off the upper and lower wooden sticks of the dried noodles in the square and put the noodles into a large dustpan.

The thousands of pounds of noodles made by Qiao Xin are not the only ones hanging out in the square. In addition to training, the teenagers are making a steady stream of them every day.

Qiao Xin will provide them with appropriate compensation.

The noodles were too long, so Qiao Xin cut them into arm-length pieces with a knife, and neatly stacked them into pottery jars for storage.

After filling the jar, Qiao Xin covered it with a large ceramic lid and retracted it into the space.

All the noodles cut later were put into ivy baskets and sent to the tribe's warehouse. Lu Yao was told to pay attention to moisture-proof so that they could be used when distributing supplies next time.

For dinner, Qiao Xin heated up the leftover duck meat from lunch and was about to serve noodles when she heard Lang Yu's chirping voice. She soon saw Lang Rui's figure from the stairs, and soon she saw Lang Yu.

As soon as Lang Yu saw Qiao Xin, he ran over and raised his little face, "Xin, would you like some noodles?" After only a few bites at noon, he was shocked by the smooth texture and wanted to eat more.

Qiao Xin raised the noodles in her hand and said, "Yes, how much are Lang Yu going to eat?"

Lang Yu made a big circle with his little fleshy arm, "There are so many, I can eat them all."

Qiao Xin pinched his straight nose and said, "I know, go wash your face quickly."

The one-year-old little guy ran to Lang Rui who was washing his hands, "Brother, wash your face."

Lang Rui pulled off a small piece of cloth, soaked it with water, wrung it out, covered it on Lang Yu's face, and rubbed it gently.

Qiao Xin put the noodles into the pot, turned around and started frying the duck eggs on the iron plate.

The duck eggs were about the size of a fist, and could be as big as a palm when cracked open. They were fried until golden on both sides. She didn't dare to let the cubs eat soft-boiled eggs, so she simply fried them all until they were tender.

The noodles without any additives cooked quickly. Qiao Xin prepared three large pottery bowls, scooped out a lump of lard, added some salt, and sprinkled a handful of chopped green onions. Lang Yu didn't put chopped green onions in his bowl. The little guy didn't like raw noodles. The smell of chopped green onion.

Take the noodles out of the pot and divide them into three bowls, large, medium and small according to the amount of food for the three of you.

The white and yellow noodles are dotted on the green scallions, which is really beautiful. It is best for Qiao Xin to cover the fried eggs and call the two of them to eat.

Lang Yu held the pottery bowl that was bigger than his face, looked at the bowl full of noodles, and said, "Thank you Xin."

Qiao Xin handed him chopsticks, "You're welcome, eat quickly."

Lang Yu took a peek at how Lang Rui used chopsticks, and started a competition between chopsticks and noodles. Qiao Xin had eaten half of it, but the little guy hadn't finished it yet, and his little face was bulging with anger.

After putting down his chopsticks, he started to eat the noodles with his hands, and raised his face to meet Lang Rui's gaze.

"I can't eat." The voice was pitiful.

Lang Yu, who was not very good at using a spoon, felt that he was wronged. These two wooden sticks were not obedient at all and should be spanked.

Lang Rui raised his eyelids and looked at him steadily for two seconds, "Come here, I'll feed you."

Lang Yu's eyes suddenly lit up, he pushed the bowl over, jumped off the stool, dragged the stool close to Lang Rui, climbed up again and sat down, as good as a glutinous rice dumpling.

Qiao Xin's hands were itchy again and she wanted to stroke the little beast.

Lang Yu has the energy stone on his armband and a bowl of spiritual spring water every day. The energy needed for physical growth is enough, and he needs less energy from food. His appetite is not as big as before, but he also eats fist-sized portions. Add a fried egg and a few pieces of duck meat to the noodles.

Lang Yu has a lot of activity every day and goes to bed right after taking a bath. Lang Rui held the drawing of the wheel in his hand and discussed the feasibility with Qiao Xin.

After Lang Rui adopted several suggestions provided by Qiao Xin, he took a few sets of black gold bones and started to refine them.

The reason why he chose Wujin Bone was that, firstly, his iron-making skills were not enough to hammer out precise bearings, and secondly, as the bloodline was unsealed for a longer period of time, he became more and more at ease in controlling this power.

With the continuous output of blood power, the hard black gold bone in the hand gradually becomes soft, like soft plasticine, allowing anyone to rub it.

When Lang Rui was trying to make wheels from black gold bones, Qiao Xin was not idle either.

The goat milk that Mao Bai brought over has been stored for a day and a night. It is summer now, the temperature is high, and the goat milk that has been stored for a day and a night gives off a sour smell.

Lang Rui didn't stop, but his eyes occasionally glanced at the buckets of sour goat milk. Qiao Xin stirred it with a spoon, and the sour smell in the cave became even greater.

"Do you want to drink it? This is already bad." Lang Rui's sense of smell is very sensitive, and the sour smell in his nose is so amplified that it is completely inedible.

"I won't drink it. I'll make some new food. Mao Bai has too much goat's milk. If you can't finish it, it will be wasted. I'll try to make it into milk tofu."

While talking, Qiao Xin raised the fire in the brazier, poured the sour goat milk into the pot, heated it slowly, and stirred it continuously with a wooden spoon. Under the high temperature, the moisture in the yogurt evaporated, giving off bursts of rich milk aroma, which was better than drinking it directly. It was at least ten times more fragrant and gradually turned into soft milky tofu puree.

Lang Rui raised an eyebrow, it didn't smell bad now.

Qiao Xin couldn't hold back, pinched a small ball and put it in her mouth to chew carefully. It was slightly sour, slightly sweet, and had a strong frankincense.

Qiao Xin took out the empty can box that had not been used for a long time and put the milk tofu puree in it.

"It's delicious." As soon as Qiao Xin finished speaking, a little wolf that walked crookedly appeared in front of the two of them.

Lang Yu stood in front of the can in a daze, sniffing, "It smells so good, so delicious."

Qiao Xin and Lang Rui: ...This snack foodie can smell the fragrance even when he sleeps.

Qiao Xin scooped up a piece of milk tofu and stuffed it into his mouth. Lang Yu smacked his lips, ran back to the stone bed, and continued to sleep.

Seeing that he had fallen asleep again, Qiao Xin smiled and looked away, but met Lang Rui's gaze, "?"

Lang Rui cleared his throat, "It does smell good. I'm using my blood power and can't move."

Qiao Xin rolled her eyes at him and said directly that she wanted to eat. There were so many twists and turns, so she dug out a big piece and fed it to him.

Lang Rui naturally opened his mouth, and the more he chewed, the more delicious it became, "It's delicious."

Qiao Xin did not expect that she would succeed in the first pot, and she became more confident next time.

When making the second pot, she added some maltose. The sourness was reduced and the sweetness was more, but the frankincense remained.

The two of them were busy with their own things until late at night.

Bearings are more difficult than making swords. Lang Rui tried several times but still failed.

Lang Rui, sweating profusely, stopped outputting bloodline power in his hand, "That's it for today! When do we set off?"

Qiao Xin used up two large barrels of fermented sour goat milk and still had three barrels left. "I will teach the tribesmen how to make milk tofu tomorrow, then pack it up and set off the day after tomorrow."

Lang Rui nodded, "Then I will also hand over the affairs of the tribe tomorrow." Now, everything in the Huaxia tribe is on track, and he does not need to keep an eye on it from time to time.

After the two cleaned up, Lang Rui brought Qiao Xin some bath water and went to the waterfall to take a shower.